The Thought Makes Me Sick Poem by Jessy Liz

The thought makes me sick
To think that you never meant any of it.
Talk is cheap, and so I've heard
And love can hurt- so I have learned.
And lust can be a very powerful thing
I hope when you made your mind you were thinking
This poem is short, quaint, to the point
Once you see what you lost, you'll miss me more.
And when she walks out, short skirt and all
You'll find my taste in your mouth afterall.
And that's when you'll see it was finally true-
It was class that you wanted,
Not just a night of impromtu.